{"id":358,"date":"2011-04-09T15:21:39","date_gmt":"2011-04-09T21:21:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/roxannemodafferi.net\/RBlog\/?p=358"},"modified":"2011-04-09T15:22:03","modified_gmt":"2011-04-09T21:22:03","slug":"the-earth-dances","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/roxannemodafferi.net\/RBlog\/2011\/04\/09\/the-earth-dances\/","title":{"rendered":"The Earth Dances"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I live in a land<br \/>\nwith such beautiful flowers<br \/>\nthat spring forth in great torrents<br \/>\nto meet the sunrise.<\/p>\n<p>With rivers that trickle<br \/>\nand children that bubble over with laughter<br \/>\nas they run, chasing fireflies<br \/>\nin the warm dusk.<\/p>\n<p>The people, they gather<br \/>\nin great cities of metal<br \/>\nto gnash out their living<br \/>\namidst gray concrete.<br \/>\nSuch cool hard stone<br \/>\nthe noise and pollution.<\/p>\n<p>But the cheery bright streets<br \/>\nlight the way of the fathers<br \/>\nwho wander home wearily.<br \/>\nThey go back to their houses<br \/>\nto play with their children<br \/>\nbefore starting again<br \/>\nthe next morning.<\/p>\n<p>The strong farming people<br \/>\nwho work the good earth<br \/>\nhang up their tools<br \/>\nand bless the good weather.<br \/>\nTheir sweat is the lifeblood<br \/>\nof the country we thrive in.<\/p>\n<p>And then the earth dances<br \/>\nwhich shakes the tall mountains<br \/>\nand stirs up the ocean<br \/>\nwhich spits up with rage.<br \/>\nMighty wet waves race through the wide streets<br \/>\nand tackle the houses<br \/>\nwithout mercy.<\/p>\n<p>Trees wave their branches,<br \/>\nfrantically floundering<br \/>\ntops swaying in rhythm<br \/>\nlike watchtower soldiers<br \/>\naltering the people of approaching evil.<\/p>\n<p>But the antics soon stop<br \/>\nand the ground quiets down,<br \/>\nfalling into a slumber<br \/>\nunder cities and towns.<br \/>\nChildren run from the arms<br \/>\nof their terrified mothers<br \/>\nto skip like small pixies,<br \/>\nspinning &#8217;round and around.<\/p>\n<p>Yet again the earth dances,<br \/>\nuncontrollable spasms<br \/>\nto an unwelcome melody<br \/>\nand an unwanted song-<br \/>\na concert no one attended<br \/>\nlyrics misunderstood<br \/>\nonly tears and raised voices<br \/>\nthroughout the lands<\/p>\n<p>The good people mourn<br \/>\nas she throws them around<br \/>\nmothers clutching their children<br \/>\nas the walls all come down.<br \/>\nThe streets break to pieces<br \/>\ntrees ripped from their roots<br \/>\nand swept away swiftly<br \/>\nby the thundering torrent.<\/p>\n<p>Born from the ocean<br \/>\nthe fires are hungry-<br \/>\nlittle imps that devour<br \/>\nthe houses alive,<br \/>\nas they sit like small islands<br \/>\namidst a rainbow of waste<br \/>\nwhich was what had become<br \/>\nof a small lively town.<\/p>\n<p>The earth stopped her dancing<br \/>\nto look at black waters<br \/>\nswirling back and forth gently<br \/>\nfar into the distance.<\/p>\n<p>The people came out<br \/>\nwith their tools and strong spirits<br \/>\nto clear out the chaos<br \/>\nforced into their lives.<\/p>\n<p>As the earth keeps on dancing<br \/>\nto a song in her head.<br \/>\nThe people sing back<br \/>\nin a chorus, it&#8217;s said:<br \/>\n&#8220;We are not broken<br \/>\nwe will carry on<br \/>\nwe will not break<br \/>\nas we wait for the dawn.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Showing their petals<br \/>\nlike deathless dandelions<br \/>\nthey spring up like armies<br \/>\nand reclaim the land.<br \/>\nBending like willows<br \/>\nstanding tall like the oak,<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s the beauty of people<br \/>\nand the power of hope.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/roxannemodafferi.net\/RBlog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/flowers.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/roxannemodafferi.net\/RBlog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/flowers.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"flowers\" width=\"271\" height=\"363\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-359\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I live in a land with such beautiful flowers that spring forth in great torrents to meet the sunrise. 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